Soul squeezed himself through a hole in the sewer wall, greeted by the faint glow of the torch he had placed there before. Who knew the Crystal Empire's Sewers could be so filthy? He got through to the other side, and, using his Magic, levitated his armor through the hole after him. Putting it on, he looked around the walls, checking them for cracks that might show the sewer weakening, After all, he didn't want it to collapse on him!
He was staying at an old Mercenaries Hideout, one that existed before the empire was frozen. According to some old books he had found (preserved through he crystal empire's freeze) The entire group was taken prisoner by Sombra, leaving the place abandoned, and left to town lore. Opening the Iron door, he looked into the darkness that greeted him. 'Great' He thought 'The torches must have burnt out again.' Taking care not to trip over anything, he made his way to the bag on the ground by his hoof. Opening it, he took out a small magical lighter, and lit the first torch up. Placing the lighter back in the bag, he went around the room, lighting the torches.
A rat scurried across the ground, away from Soul and the light. 'Filthy Animals...' He thought to himself. Looking around the now-lit hideaway, he walked over to his temporary bed, lied down on it, and started cleaning himself and his armor for the third time that day.